Chapter 25 Around noon the next day, Fidge called me on his cell. He had confronted Charles Talmadge about his claim that Garson had told him he was dropping Clarice from the will. “Chucky didn’t give an inch,” Fidge said. “He still insists his father called him to say he was removing his wife from the will.” “Okay. That doesn’t come as a big surprise. Any news on the fingerprints on the letter?” “They’re working on it now. I’m guessing they might be done by the time I get back to the station. After it’s done, I’ll call you when I can.” Two hours later, Fidge called. “The letter has no useable prints, not even partials. The letter had been handled by someone who had lotion on their hands. The brand of lotion was identified, and there is a big bottle of it with a pump handle sitting near the water cooler in Blackton’s office.” I had been hoping for Garson’s prints, but even without that, the way I saw it, the D.A.’s case had drowned. Blackton would testify about finding the letter, and that other similar letters had come from Garson on the same style of paper.
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